Title: I Look For You In Everyone.
Author: alex1008
Pairing: Pierre/David
Rating: G/PG.
POV: Either 2nd or 3rd.
Summary: A few drabbles (if you will), based on pictures that can be found on people I stalk follow on tumblr.
Disclaimer: All characters own themselves, the writing is mine, the ideas are semi mine. Title is also a credit to the graphic tumblr's.
Author Notes: All pictures can be found here and also here, I believe. Not promising great quality, but we need more Pierre/David loving. Cross posted to hott_baguettes slash_theplan and pxd_addiction
Beta: Self edited.
Warnings: Unashamed fluffiness.







He was leaning against the doorframe of their bedroom, arms folded as he surveyed the scene before him. The room was cast in an orange toned glow as the setting sun filtered through the window. A small figure was sitting cross legged amongst the mess of pillows and bed sheets draped across their bed.

The man on the bed could feel Pierre’s eyes upon him as he turned his eyes from his book and surveyed the other figure.

‘What are you looking at?’ a familiar smile spread across his face as he surveyed the man through his black framed glasses.

Pierre kept his gaze steady before allowing a small smile to grace his features. He moved his gaze slightly to focus on the other man’s face before biting his lip as he answered.

‘You.’



One foot fell quickly in front of the other as he ran, faster and faster as the seconds ticked on. The rain was falling around him, clinging to his skin, progressively drenching his body as he continued his journey. His hood was pulled over his head, blocking his features from the public view.

He kept running, hands thrust into his pockets as he moved, determined to reach his destination. His gaze was fixed on the pavement as he moved swiftly, knowing this path better than he knew his own home.

The man turned, making his way down another stretch of road, before stopping and surveying the house before him. He travelled up the wooden stairs before he could further indulge his hesitation, knocking on the door.

He didn’t have to wait long before a young man answered his knock, looking at him confusedly through hazel eyes.

‘David? I thought you were going home...?’

The one called David took a deep breath before looking up at the other man, pulling his hood down to reveal his face. Another deep breath was taken before he looked his friend firmly in the eye and spoke without hesitation.

‘I am home.’



Lips were ghosting over Pierre’s toned abdomen, hot breath trailing over the slightly bronzed skin. Nimble fingers were following the path created by passionate bursts of air. A body came to hover above the vocalists own, ceasing all other movements.

Pierre opened his eyes, seeing straight into the gaze of the man above him. He was immediately locked into the liquid pools of brown, unable to move his gaze anywhere else. David’s hand moved from its position next to the singer’s head and beginning to slowly trail down the side of Pierre’s face, stopping to cup the stubbled cheek.

It was suddenly as though his airways had been blocked, Pierre couldn’t breathe. He was choking on the words he longed to say but always had trouble speaking. The body above him grew closer as David moved his mouth to brush the shell of Pierre’s ear. The singer’s eyes fluttered shut as he felt the lips begin to form a phrase.

‘I love you.’



Pierre brought his hands together over his head, clapping them to the beat of the music surrounding him. The sound was pounding through his veins as the speakers projected the band’s sound, the song’s closing bars sounding around him. The singer brought his hand down, wiping his hand over his forehead, pushing the sweat away from his skin. He gave the crowd a final glance before raising his hands a final time, listening to the chords fade through the air as the music slowly stopped.

The band slowly began moving off the stage, disconnecting the equipment so the next band could come forward to set up their own equipment. Pierre pulled his bass over his head, carrying it by the neck as he walked off the elevated platform. His attention was caught as he heard his friend Chuck calling his name, and he glanced over his shoulder, not focusing on his path as he continued walking. He was still focused on his friend before a hard object collided with his shoulder.

Startled, the vocalist turned around and found himself looking down into a pair of hazel eyes, circled by black framed glasses. All of a sudden, he felt as though the collision had completely winded him, drawing in a sharp intake of breath. His mind went blank as he looked down at the boy on the floor.

“I’m so sorry...” he leaned down, extending his hand to help the other boy up.

“No... It’s my fault... I’m always so clumsy...” the brown haired youth accepted Pierre’s offer, wrapping his hand around the vocalist’s own.

“I’m Pierre...” he couldn’t stop staring. He couldn’t look away.

“David...” The boy bit his lip.

Their hands were still connected.



Con crit, yeahh?
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